Chapter 63
BACK HOME
VICTORIA
Contrary to what I’d like, I’m staying away from Gardenias tonight.
I would have loved to sleep with Elena, but Jorge got it into his head to surprise his sister and made room for me at his mother’s house.
At first it was a bit awkward, but things calmed down once I took my time and talked to Paula.
Having to wait until tomorrow is what’s keeping me on edge.
Well, that and listening to Jorge and Carolina having a blast in the next room.
Ever since I got into bed, I can’t stop thinking about what my life will be like once the weekend is over and everything goes back to the way it should be.
Now that I’m no longer tied to the newspaper, I’ve been mulling over my situation and have decided to talk to Asís and accept the position he offered me when he realized things weren’t going well.
It’s not all over for me, but now everything will be much calmer, and that will let me focus all my attention on what I really want: Elena.
I want to make up for lost time, so I’ll let fate guide me in the future.
Jorge told me that my letter arrived on time, that his sister told him she’d read it.
I wonder how she felt reading it and whether she’s as desperate as I am to see her.
All my stuff will arrive in Ibiza in a matter of days, and I can’t stop smiling at the thought of Elena having to find space for everything.
Luckily, she has a spare bedroom I can use as an office, and her closet is big enough to fit my clothes.
I haven’t even asked her if she wants us to share a house, but I don’t need to because something inside me whispers that it’s what we both want.
In the end, the visit to my parents didn’t go as badly as I’d expected.
The truth is, I was scared out of my mind, but they were the first to tell me I was making a mistake by divorcing Elena.
I never agreed with them; I always held my head high and acted confident, but breaking down my defenses and telling them everything that was going on allowed me to be a little happier and relieved them of that worry they had when they saw that my only aspiration in life was to lock myself away in the newspaper office.
Over the past few hours, I’ve been thinking a lot about what Carolina told me about Mykonos.
I know that beneath her hints, she was suggesting I ask Elena to marry me again, but everything we’ve been through has felt like our first time all over again, and I think things need to happen gradually.
I don’t want our past to be the last thing we remember; I want to write a very different and special future.
So the first thing I’ll do is confess that I love her, just as I did that afternoon on the beach, looking into her eyes, kissing her lips, enjoying that fireworks display, and a whole night by her side.